Tuesday 6 November 2018

A grey morning

As tired stars
melt into
the morning sky,
the night gathers
its dark robes, receding.
A solitary sparrow
chirps a melancholy refrain
in the far distance,
a squirrel
squeaks
running up and down
a branch, restless! 
Restless dreams
of primordial persuations
subside into a thought-out silence,
as an ordained calm,
dawns upon
the heart.
The morning spreads
its firm concrete
across a still-born sky,
A new day starts! 

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